Iroll over, stretching my arms above my head and taking note of the sore muscles that weren’t there yesterday. I must have had a fitful night of sleep. I thought I would fall into a hard sleep seeing as I had enough alcohol to fuel a bachelorette party.
I yawn then freeze when a large calloused hand palms my breast like an NBA player gripping a basketball. My eyes fly open and I see that I’m in my own room, and look down at the semi-familiar hand. The faint scar that runs jagged across the back of the hand brings a wave of memories from the night before.
Bed…shower…kitchen table…spontaneous naked dance party…HAYES!
I slowly look over my shoulder to see a smile on his sleeping face and his dark blonde hair a tangled mess. His thick, corded arm is wrapped around me and his chest is shirt free. And from the feel of it, not even his underwear made the cut for sleeping attire.
Like a sequence flashback, the memories of the way his tongue licked me, the way his fingers curled inside of me until Iwas climbing the walls, and the way his long and hard dick had me howling at the goddamn moon are clear and vivid.
I try to carefully roll out from underneath him, but he has a death grip on my tit and I don’t want to lose it. I’m rather fond of it. My fingers work to gently pull him free when a blaring ring from my phone breaks the moment and Hayes’ slumber. I jump up to grab my phone from the nightstand where it usually rests, but find it face down on the floor. I try to reach for it while still gripping the sheet to my nude body, but how lady-like can one really be when your bare ass is naked and bent over.
My fingers wiggle, trying to grasp the phone, and finally get control. When I flip the phone over my heart falls out of my asshole.
“Fuck! The wedding!” Hayes jackknifes up in bed, suddenly wide away and wide eyed. “We’re late! We’re supposed to be at Cami and Vaughan’s in twenty fucking minutes!”
I jump out of bed, taking the sheet with me, and revealing a very large good morning from Hayes. His hands cover up his hard erection, and I begin running around my room like there’s a fire underfoot. Spotting his jeans and socks in the corner of my room, I scoop them up and toss them at him. His shirt lays over my chair by the window and I hurl it at him.
“Cat. Wait a minute. I need my underwear.” He stands and decides modesty is less important than saving his head from a boot that goes flying at it.
“Don’t know, don’t care. You gotta go.” I run into the bathroom and turn the shower on.
While the water heats up, I shoot the girls a text.
Me: Running late. I slept in. Too much to drink. Be there soon!
I set it down on my counter, not bothering to see if they respond, and yank the shower door open. I yelp when the cold water hits my back, the frigid streams like little pellets pounding into me. I have no time to wait for the cozy steam shower I’m used to. I’ve got to haul ass out of here and I need to do it quickly.
I’m scrubbing my hair frantically, eyes closed and fingers working fast, when a cool breeze brushes against my back. I pry open one eye and see Hayes holding the shower door open and stepping in, looking so ridiculously handsome for being up all night.
“What are you doing? Get out,” I bark at him, but it doesn’t deter him.
Instead, he gently runs his hands over my ribs, following the path of the trickling water, and squeezes when they fall to my hips. His nose traces my collarbone and I momentarily turn to hot wax.
“No. Don’t do that. You need to leave,” I demand, weakly.
He shakes his head, still pressed against me, and says, “What’s the rush. We’ll get there when we get there. It’s not like we don’t have hours until the ceremony. They’ll be just fine if we’re a little late.”
I pull out of his arms and spin around, suds still coating my hands and hair. “What? You must be out of your goddamn mind. You don’t think they’re going to get suspicious when we both show up at the same time freshly showered and oozing with the just fucked glow?”
“Would that really be so bad?” He grips my shoulders and flips me around, pulling me close with my back pressed to his chest and his hard dick snug between the crack of my ass.
“Yes! It would. They’d kn–” my words fall short when he begins massaging my scalp and rinsing it clean. “Everyone, they’ll, people will know.”
One hand continues to work the suds from my hair while the other rubs the bubbles that track over my shoulders and down my chest. He walks his fingers straight to my throbbing pussy and flicks my swollen clit.
“Then let them know. I’m not worried about letting everyone know I had the most beautiful woman in my arms all night.” He continues to coax an orgasm from me that my body so obviously wants.
“No, Hayes. Announcing we slept together to our siblings and family and friends was not on my agenda today. Orever. Let’s just–oh god,” I moan when he dips his fingers inside of me. “You have to stop. Cami’s going to murder me for being late.”
“Exactly. You’re already late so what’s a few extra minutes?” He reaches down and takes my hand in his, lifting it up to wrap around his head.
It’s very Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing style and it does things to me that he wouldn’t understand. While his one arm is playing Johnny to my Baby, the other dives deep into my soaking pussy, plunging in and out in the most delicious way.
“You have to–fffuckk. Don’t stop.” My fingers dig into his neck and he moves faster, putting pressure right where I need it most.
“Stop or don’t stop, darlin’. What’s it gonna be?” His voice is low and husky and now I can definitively say that if he stops I’ll die.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
